Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 18:11:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Toby Tyler
Subject: Seventh Grade Foot Slave - Part 1
Seventh Grade Foot Slave Chapter 1
By Toby Tyler
tobyt_yler@yahoo.com
This is my first story. If you like it, have any comments or suggestions,
you can email me at tobyt_yler@yahoo.com. If you have no interest in
reading about boys with foot fetishes, or if it is not legal for you to
read such material, leave now. There's no sex (just feet) in the first
few chapters, but there will be near the end, so keep reading.
Chapter 1
When I first met Brad on the schoolbus, I never would have imagined that
I would be spending many hours with my tongue wiggling between his sweaty
toes.
"You're new here, aint ya? What grade you in?" he said.
"Seventh. We just moved here two weeks ago." I replied.
Brad told me he was in eighth grade, but I figured he must have been held
back because he looked a little too tall for an eigth grader. He was an
average-looking boy with sandy hair, freckles and a few pimples. I also
noticed that he exuded a bit of a rank, sweaty odor. I guessed he didn't
bother with deodorant. I was in desperate need of a friend, and glad that
he was willing to sit next to me. But he also made me a little nervous.
He looked like he might be a bully.
"Anyone beat you up yet?"
"Huh?"
"I said, anyone beat you up yet?"
"Uh, no. But I don't like those guys at the bus stop. I think they were
making fun of me, and I don't know why."
"Oh, those guys. Danny and Tony." Brad snorted. "Yeah, those two are
real shitheads, but I'm cool with them now. They don't bother me
anymore. Now they'll go after the new kid. And that's you. By the way,
Toby, where do you live?"
"Torch Lane."
"I live in Tanglewood Estates."
"You mean the trailer park?" I asked.
"Yeah, the trailer park." Brad rolled his eyes. Then he gave me a
rather funny look. "Do you bite your nails a lot?"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you bit your nails a lot. You were just biting them, like
you were nervous. You're not nervous, are you?"
I didn't notice that I had been biting my nails. "I guess I bite them
once in a while. Why?"
"Never mind, here's my stop. Gotta go."
After that first encounter we became friends, but he always kind of
scared me. He definitely had a bit of a bully in him. We would be having
a good time flying his model airplanes or whatever, and then he'd just
haul off and sock me for no reason. Then he would apologize with a sneaky
grin and say, "Just bustin' yer chops." I liked spending time with him
in the trailer park, which was near the woods and the field where we flew
his planes. He kept a pack of Marlboros hidden in the shed. He'd always
try to get me to smoke with him, but I'd always refuse.
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One Thursday after school (his mom worked late on Thursdays, so we had a
few hours to ourselves) Brad invited me over. "Come on. I want you to
try something!" he said with a mischievous grin. "Let's go out to the
shed!"
When we got in the shed I watched curiously as he took a brown paper bag
and opened it. Then he reached back onto the shelf and grabbed a tube of
the glue he used to repair his model airplanes. He squirted the whole
tube into the bag. "You'll want to sit down for this!" he said. He sat
down next to me. The inside of the shed had already begun to fill with
glue fumes. He put the bag to his mouth and blew in it to puff it out a
bit. "Ever huffed model glue?"
Here we go again, I thought. "I won't even touch your stupid
cigarettes! What makes you think I'm dumb enough to try that?!"
Whack! He slugged me in the arm. "Don't be such a pussy, Toby. You
think it's stupid? Well, you'd better try it first before you go
calling it stupid!"
"I wanna go home now."
He backed me into a corner. He was getting aggressive, and I decided that
the best thing to do was to just be quiet. He really looked like he might
hurt me this time.
"I'm gonna make you huff this fucking glue! I'm sick of you being such
a sissy!" I flinched as he held the opening of the bag to my face. He
held it there for a minute. My nose and lungs were burning. I started to
feel really sick and dizzy. Finally he let me breathe. "My turn!" he
said as he put the bag over his nose and mouth and began to
hyperventilate.
I thought I was going to faint. "Atta boy, Toby. Havin' fun yet?" Brad
grinned devilishly.
"Let me outta here. I wanna go home!" I moaned.
"Just chill out, willya? Go outside and lay on the grass. You'll feel
better in no time. I'm gonna stay in here and keep huffing a little
while longer. Just stick around. We can watch whatever we want on TV
tonight." I crawled out onto the grass and waited for Brad to finish
huffing. Why did I let him do these things to me, I wondered. I couldn't
figure out why I always put up with his rough treatment.
Eventually Brad stumbled out of the shed, sweaty and intoxicated. His
eyes were bloodshot. There was a wet spot on his jeans. I thought he had
pissed his pants, but then I noticed he was drooling all over himself. He
was so dizzy that I had to help him get into his room and onto his bed. I
hoped that he would sober up before his mother got home.
"Let's watch TV" he mumbled.
"Where's the TV Guide?" I asked. He pointed to the TV Guide in a pile
of dirty laundry. I had to move a pair of Brad's shit-stained underwear
to pick it up.
"Hey," I said, cheering up. "The Dark Crystal is on! I've always
wanted to see that!"
Brad sat up. It looked like he was slowly returning to normal. "It's
allright," he muttered, "but it's a kid's movie."
"That's okay. Let's watch it."
Brad sprawled himself back on his bed again. There was no place for me to
sit. "Scoot over!" I said.
"Don't feel like moving. Go sit on the floor."
"All right. Give me a pillow." Brad tossed me a pillow. I noticed that
he was still wearing his sneakers. "Hey, take your sneakers off!" I
snapped. It always bothered me to see someone wearing sneakers on a bed.
Groggily, Brad struggled to get his sneakers off and tossed them on the
floor. "Happy now?"
I didn't answer him. The movie was starting. I turned to watch the TV.
"Hey Toby?"
"Yeah?" As I turned around he threw his dirty sweat socks right in my
face. I decided to ignore him. I put the pillow down on the floor near
the foot of his bed so I could lie down and enjoy the movie. His socks
lay in a heap about two inches from my nose. I could smell the odor
wafting towards me.
About twenty minutes into the movie, something happened which caught me
totally off guard. I was still on the floor with my head on the pillow.
All of a sudden, Brad surprised me by shoving his sweaty, moist feet into
my face. And they really stunk, too! "Smell my feet!" he cried
gleefully.
I don't know exactly what happened in my brain at that moment, but
suddenly I found myself breathing in deeply, enjoying the aroma of
Brad's sweat and funk. I didn't try to push his feet away. I was
actually enjoying it! Surprisingly, I began to feel a bulge forming in my
jeans.
Brad was a little surprised that I didn't struggle to push his feet
away, but he just stayed with his feet on my face for about a minute.
Then he started to have a little fun. He wiggled my nose with his big toe
and then tried to stuff the toe in my nostril. "Yeah, keep on
sniffing!"
By this time I was fully hard. I grabbed a foot in each hand and pressed
them closer to my nostrils. I was intoxicated by Brad's feet. I must
have looked pretty funny, eagerly pressing Brad's feet to my face. I had
no idea what had made him do this, and I had no idea what made me let him
do it. I figured that he probably still had a lot of glue fumes floating
around in his brain, and didn't quite know what the hell he was doing.
"You like my feet, Toby?"
"Uh huh!"
"You like the stink?"
"Uh huh!"
Brad lifted his feet from my face. "Tell me how they smell, Toby!" All
of a sudden, I realized the absurdity of what I was doing. I didn't know
what to say. "Tell me how much you like my stinky feet!" Brad yelled.
Then, sounding slightly concerned, Brad whispered, "Toby, say something!
It's okay! You can be a weirdo around me. I won't mind! You know I'm
kind of a weirdo, too!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. Just tell me how my feet smell!"
"Can I smell them again?"
"Here ya go! Have fun!" Brad lowered his soles back onto my face. Once
again I breathed the heavenly aroma. Then he lifted his feet up again so
I could answer him. "Okay, how do they smell?"
"Good^┼they smell good^┼mmm^┼"
"Well, if they smell so good, why don't you find out how they taste?"
Brad lowered his feet back onto my face. I put my tongue out and began
licking his soles, delighted by the salty, sweaty flavor.
"That's it, lick `em," he coaxed. "eat my feet. Now lick my toes."
I teased his big toe with my tongue before I slipped it in my mouth. I
took my time sucking on his toes, completely forgetting about watching
the Dark Crystal, which I had been so engrossed in a moment ago.
I got to the little toe on Brad's left foot when suddenly he pulled his
feet away. "Okay, that's enough, foot freak."
The spell was broken. He put his feet back on the bed and we watched the
rest of the movie in silence. Neither of us said a word for the next
hour, and when the movie was over, I got up and told Brad I was going
home. I felt very awkward.
I felt even more awkward when I got home. My mom asked me, "Did you have
fun with Brad today?"
"Uh, yeah."
"So, what did you kids do? Fly his model planes again?"
What was I going to say? Oh no, Mom - we huffed some glue and then I
smelled and licked his stinky feet? It just sounded too weird, and I
couldn't believe I had just done such a weird thing. "Oh, we just
stayed inside and watched The Dark Crystal."
"That's nice. I hear the puppets in that movie are so amazing. Very
realistic. Did you have anything to eat over there?"
I told her we had eaten Spaghetti-o's, which was the truth. I just
neglected to mention that I had Brad's toes for dessert.
When I got into bed that night I jacked off wildly. I couldn't cum yet,
but I knew how to play with myself. I had been doing it for a while. I
never really had any sort of sex fantasies until then - I just rubbed my
dick and it felt good. But that night when I was jerking off all I could
think about was Brad's feet.
To be Continued...